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I am bought by the yard but worn by the foot
I am constantly overlooked by everyone but everyone has me. What am I?
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
I am the only thing that place today before yesterday. (one word)
I've got a beautiful beautiful hall all walled in red velvet with all white armchairs made of bone and in the middle a woman dances.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?